My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 86

I'm known as the most well-behaved girl in San Francisco elite circles, yet I've done three wildly reckless things"

No.1, Got involved with the infamous playboy, Sean Kennedy.

No.2, Took the initiative to propose to him.

No.3, Got heartlessly dumped.

And today, I did a fourth—ended up in a hotel bed with my blind date.

Oh, and now there's a fifth.

The hotel belongs to Sean family.

I never imagined I would see Sean again.

Outside the elevator, he had his arm around his new lover, his face dark and stormy.

Behind him, a few of his buddies stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock.

Inside the elevator, I was pinned against the wall by my blind date partner—his arms firm, his kiss forceful.

"Holy… shit…"

Someone finally lost control and gasped in astonishment, only to quickly shut their mouth, awkwardly glancing at Sean.

After all, everyone knew about our past. It wasn't a secret.

"Heh."

Sean tightened his grip on the woman's waist, scoffing as he looked at us, now separated.

Then, his lips curled into a smirk, though his face remained cold.

"Aren't you coming out? Or are you planning to finish up right here?"

I dropped my gaze, burning with embarrassment. Even the effect of the alcohol has worn off a bit.

Flustered, I grabbed my date's hand and hurried out.

We exited. They entered.

As we brushed past each other, I didn't lift my head.

But the bitterness inside me wove itself into an invisible net, wrapping around my heart and tightening.

I had just taken a step forward when a mocking voice drifted from behind me.

"Damn, Sean, your ex is really getting wild.

"If she had been this exciting before, maybe you wouldn't have gotten bored so fast?"

Bored.

My body stiffened instantly.

The net tightened, squeezing my heart until it bled, suffocating me.

Sean and I had been the most unexpected couple in our social circle.

He was a notorious playboy, living fast and wild.

I was quiet and disciplined, the textbook good girl.

No one had expected him to chase me so openly.

To settle down for me, to turn over a new leaf, to spend money on me like it was nothing.

To run all over the city just to buy me pastries because I casually mentioned wanting to try them.

For three years, he treated me with unwavering devotion.

So much so that I actually believed he had changed. That he truly loved me.

Until two months ago, when his response to my proposal shattered my naïve dream.

I would never forget that moment.

A sea of red roses surrounded me as I stood there, cradling a ring and bouquet, waiting for him with hopeful anticipation.

But when the door opened, what greeted me was not his affectionate gaze.

It was him, locked in a heated kiss with a stunning woman, their bodies tangled together.

They hadn't even made it inside properly—just standing by the entrance, clothes already being tugged and pulled apart.

The intimacy of their embrace left no doubt about what was about to happen.